Spy x family (reader insert)

Goodnight memory lane

Like every other night, the sight of the stars is hidden behind the soft glowing light being produced all over the city, with only a few shiny specks being spotted in the sky.

As it was late in the night, nearly everyone was in bed, sleeping as they looked forward or dreaded what was going to happen the next day. It was a somewhat calm night, as the few night owls bustled around, getting things done before sunrise.

A couple who have just finished a cute date and are walking down a path. The girl is hugging the boy's arm to her chest, both rosey cheeked as they are happy to be in each other's company and making lonely people like a certain bisexual author feel like they wanna cry. 

As they talk, their eyes catch a flash of shadow above them, making the two look up, curious to see what it is. They see nothing on the roof, no strange sounds or movements. The couple looks at each other confused before shrugging and continuing their way back home.

The small flick of shadow found was a person running on rooftops, jumping from one rooftop to another, a certain destination set in mind and eyes straight forward.IT was y/n in her hero outfit. She soon skids to a halt, tilting her head to see the clock tower standing before the partially brightened moon.

With barely any effort, she climbs up the tower, getting to the roof. Her eyes lock onto a certain tile that seems more worn out on closer inspection. As she goes over, she kneels down and gently grabs at the tile, lifting it to show a makeshift ladder. The wood has cracks, and the skin threatens to fall off as it peels away from the slow rotting.

Slipping into the tower, the girl does not hesitate, it being second nature to her, climbing down with ease and turning to face a small squared room, a run-down futon bed, a little bookshelf holding some small books and journals stacked neatly on a little writing desk that looks like it'll collapse any second, the only other way into the room beside the tile was a hidden door that she was sure that even the keeper of the tower. A small little cube that had a matching small window, allowing light from the city to cascade into the room, giving it a more cozy feeling...or that could be the nostalgia of it being a place she went to when her home was compromised or she needed to be away from prying eyes.

As she walks over to the desk, y/n's eyes flick over to the main book in the middle of the desk, a small oil lamp beside it ready to be used. As she sits down at it, she quickly opens the book, looking at the contents she reads the words more slowly than they would when studying for school.

As a few hours go by, y/n closes up her last book on the stack, sighing. She looks at the stack of them, rereading the titles of old storybooks that weren't widely known throughout the world.

A simple collection she got when she escaped. Leaving what she knew, she used the small books she could barely afford from the many jobs she'd taken, as a way to help distract her from all the pressure of the future put on her, and it seemed lately she needed one. 

Y/n leans back on her chair, looking up to the dimly lit ceiling, the painful feeling in her eyes starting to sink in along with what's happened.

She accepted to be a part of a family, going into a popular school that could have her pictures put out in the news, and she has used her abilities openly with no concern for the consequences. What was she thinking? She was practically begging them...no, him to find her and drag her back to that god-awful place. Did she want that so badly? Take more risks with this game of cat and mouse.

Or did the loneliness finally hit her when Loid made that offer? A man with a kind smile and questionable parenting saying that he'll be her dad and that little girl who seemed to know what to say at the right time, quickly getting attached to y/n, a mom who has some strange strengths and weaknesses. And now she had people who regarded her as friends, actively hanging out with her. It was strange no one seemed to hate her yet... that can't be normal, right?

Whatever the case may be...it needed to be decided if she wanted this permanently, being a part of a family that accepted her fully with no questions or she had to disappear.

Y/n closed her eyes, the continuous thinking of the matter was giving her a migraine, so she looked back at her desk, her eyes landing on a book in the middle of the stack.

She recalled the story in an instant, how no matter what the mother of the main character did, it was all to see to it he got a better outcome in life as they went on through tough times.

There was also the one that told of a princess who fled from ending the war of kingdoms, wanting nothing but to live life to her wants, and allowing all the selfish people to kill themselves off and let the battle end by blood and creepy silence.

And finally, one of the girls of glass, encased by a tower of pillows wanted to live but would die in a year if she lived, so she made a list of all that she wanted to do and went out, living her life to the fullest before passing with a smile on her face.

...She may have to go through her selection of comfort books one of these days.

With a sigh, y/n leans forward, carefully grabbing the lamp. "Maybe another day when I'm not feeling this. I can't act on emotions. Right now, I can't always dwell on it...I shouldn't come back here for a long time."

With that, she blows out the light, plummeting the room into darkness once again as a way to stop herself from spiraling further and get out of this room dripping with intoxicating emotions threatening to swallow her up.